Well, we go in one of those big, long black cars.
A limousine?
Yep. And then we go out to eat and talk about politics. And we bring along dogs and bears.
A fresh perspective through the words of a child.
Well, we go in one of those big, long black cars.
Mom: My lips are dry and owie.
I'm going to lose it in a minute because I've already lost half of it.